in ragged hours

Sweet Jesus carry me away
From cold of night, and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my wellspring lie 

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it's typhoon season once again. how blessed are we who have roofs above our heads. these days, am not certain how to go about the daily-ness of work, and of dealing with an almost married, more than a boy-girl relationship.. sometimes, i wanted to be just the 25 year old who had her mind on career goals and helping her nuclear family or herself go thru life. but, i would think, if career goals and responsibilities would always hold better values, more weight, one is merely subsisting. 

with love, everything is better, food taste better, and a lonely city is always bearable..

bottomline He who is love has always been faithful and has not failed me..

gelo and i are good. living on fastfood, greenwich gaisano city despite the torrential rains.
seeing my sisters come weekend!

• Mood: quixotic
• Music:hymn-jars of clay